eagle flies gasped, a low groan escaping his throat straight after. you had removed the bullet, so now nothing was blocking the blood that spewed from his abdomen. even with morphine, it was clear eagle was in a lot of pain.

despite his discomfort, he didn't complain and tried not to squirm. his eyes slammed shut, as he grasped your shirt with bloodied hands.

this was no longer a fatal wound.. but by god did it feel like it.